Friends First, Before Ever My Lover

February 9, 2013
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A friend first, before ever my lover,
I could not once think you different.
Distorted figments fly with hate,
Oblivious to their beginning;
Originally fond of their end.

I see nothing in which I can find doing me wrong,
But my subconscious method of doing, says otherwise.

Forgotten steps trotted back where I knew where I was going;
Back when I flowed rhythmically with nature and its breath that kept me cool.

In those seconds, nothing mattered more than the heart beating within my chest, and the love swimming in my veins for those who I loved.

Convoluted claims were whispered in that scene captured by the outer perception of me ,(which was wanting to see who it was),
And like the affection of a woman , I adored it more then life doubled.
Only a known as an unselfish moment of trust with myself.
I came further then I could believe, and I loved me more than I perceived.

I still recall that day. That day was to be gold, it was to be mine.

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